I sat beneath a withered tree,
A little swallow on the rock beside,
Eyes gloomy and wings ducked,
Whispered with a silent reflection,
I am not made for the world.
The swallow noticed me,
With a little effort said to me,
Hey, human you are so fragile,
So fragile, to avoid us,
Even the tree shed because of you.
Listen, dear swallow of sky,
Why do you rest here ?
Deepened in despair and grief,
What has happened?
Put off the weight your little wings carry.
I have seen the miseries, swallow said,
This earth curtains it,
With all the might but at last,
It is revealed after a hunt,
All the heartbroken gems and jewels.
The swallow continued in sorrow,
This globe is going in ruins,
You can even notice it,
All because of what you’ve done,
That only you can restore it.
Notice the nature, the seas,
The skies, the grounds,
The society, the energies you live in,
All will vanish one day,
Not now, but someday.
Tell me human,
Are you all black hearted ?
Or am I black eyed ?
All I have seen this far,
Coincidences or consequences?
I replied calmly and gently,
With all tears in my eyes,
Dear swallow, fly from here,
In all the years I have aged,
Is not even close to reply you,
Fly back to ‘The Happy Prince’,
He is ready to answer you.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Deep in the waters,
There rests a clam,
Inside which shines a secret beauty,
An untold dazzling pearl,
Purest of the pure.
The pearl sits silently,
Serene, calm, in a pacific saga,
Waiting to be revealed,
An exposure to the ocean,
A bright white array of light in the dark.
Listen, the clam is being opened,
As the water shares the folklore,
A result of intense care,
Resting in peace in a foreign realm,
Out of any human reach,
But we know the fact,
As nature heals itself.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
The older times have passed,
As if they were nothing,
Locked away only in albums and tapes,
Slowly degrading the golden nostalgia,
Which very few tend to remember.
“Time and tide waits for none”,
The world says it aloud,
The new generation passing it on,
Rigorously running along the present,
To desperately meet the future.
No one is ready to wait and hear,
In a globe full of hustles,
The only things remained are bustles,
Where only the called ‘wit’ prevails,
Leaving the innocence in fails.
The new generation is flying,
Not with colours but with layers,
Each containing numerous dilemmas,
Not all black and not all white,
But a mysterious grey.
‘Kindness’ and ‘goodness’ are left,
Just as mere words,
No one ready to understand,
The true significance in modern era,
Even making the stones think where to sink.
The world has become utterly ferocious,
Where no one is safe,
True loyalty is just kept in movies,
Toxicity maximising its range,
Taking humanity to its very end.
This new custom is strange,
Loneliness reaching its peak,
No one to accept or adjust anything,
Except the thing to follow the regime,
Laid forth by the very human beings.
Acceptance has become mind bogglingly rare.
Dear new ones hearing me,
Society is never ready for you,
You have to be ready for it,
Because it’s once and for all,
Be yourself, as you are !
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:05 PM UTC
She is not an easy one,
An irregular unique creation,
Born to just complete herself,
From where I have seen her,
Always locked in herself,
No one for her standing alone,
In the amidst of life,
Where no one stands a chance,
She dared to the world,
Like a sparkling shining array,
Rose from the bottom,
Reached the pinnacle,
Claimed herself with confidence,
Conveying only one dialogue to this cruel world,
There is no one with you except you !
She is now a grown up teen,
Learnt from past and applied to present,
Dazzling the globe with her work ,
Standing somewhere in my old memories,
With a full satisfactory smile appealing to me,
To be with her in the grant celebration,
Standing with her seeing the ever lasting ‘sunset’.
The time has passed in a glimpse,
She took her way towards her,
In my each memory she’s the one,
Always hoping to see her succeed,
In every way possible,
We both stand apart at a long trail,
Having different routes and vivid destinations,
Yet engulfing the same fire,
To achieve everything with all we have got,
We’ll soon shine together like the pole star,
No matter where we are,
But whenever we’ll meet,
Will encounter each other,
With glory and light shining at the back !
And the titles in our crown,
For remarkable journeys we knitted together.
Hope you’ll be as you are,
With those sharp and unforgettable characters,
Strengthening you from inside,
Making you more delicate yet strong,
That old golden spirit raging in your eyes,
To have what you want,
Like in the old days back.
Be a perfection of yours,
Never ever shall you down,
Make the fate fear of you,
I’ll appreciate it with a grazing smile,
This time would come soon,
To make our ‘two on two’ game bloom.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
There always exists someone,
With an unconditional bond,
You feel attracted towards it,
Not physically or mentally,
But with your soul and heart,
Pouring all your insights,
Not with a feeling of affection,
But with deep connections.
Who are these beings ?,
You might be wondering,
One definition would not be suffice,
Lemme reveal them,
They carry an immense potential,
To change the course of your life,
Always walking aside you,
Shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand,
They care for you as you do for them,
Promising you that they are your backbone.
They are the Friends !
Who never ever let you down,
Always raising and praising you,
Making your day wonderful,
Uplifting your emotions,
Refining your character,
Vanishing all the negativity from you,
Motivating you throughout the life,
Being a rigid support you call for,
Always standing for you amidst the situation !
The word ‘Friends’ for them is too short,
A seven character term,
Curtaining the ultimate secrecy,
We are with you,
When no one is with you,
Call for us we are here,
Being your armour everywhere possible,
You are not alone,
We will fight together,
To overcome the conditions.
Let me express myself,
I am the one always longing for friends,
To feel the speciality I never felt before,
Bringing up my emotions to the peak,
Dragging my isolation with me,
To find those planets in my orbit,
Lost in the boundless realm,
To be with me again like my Solar System !
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 4:24 AM UTC
The black sheet of drizzles above my head,
An endless siege with striking jolts vis a vis bolts,
The showers of purity,
Blessings of the earth,
My heart pounding with its peace and calmness,
Its chattering waters,
The tickles on the ground,
My eyes endeavours the scene with silent shadows behind me.
The sky pours its weight making the life alive,
The symphony of rain,
Marked with humanity,
Clouds make them light giving the earth 'wet' bags of
opportunities,
The piano of sky,
Music of earthy beings,
The sound of rain on tin roof,
Reminds me of something,
Every drop has to tackle hard,
To reach the destination.
Rain makes me think of lives,
Its behaviour not a regular one,
It shifts its directions according to situation,
Settling in every way possible,
It never stops,
Its pace changes by time,
Realising the inconsistency caused by different 'times',
It brings hope with some despair,
Till next rain,
There will be a drought,
Making the patience bearable and hope's alive that after the
dry,
There comes a gloomy-happy cry.
This rain is adorable but strange,
Having many mysteries yet unrevealed,
This brings me thrill with suspense of something,
Not known but still ready for new beginning,
Each watery drop carries an unbearable potential,
Will we be ready each time to pass through it ?
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 4:16 AM UTC
An Opaque Crystal Dazzling in the
‘Night Hall’,
With the sheets of cloud wraping the
‘Giant Ball’,
Surfing past the Horizon, it shimmered
The sky,
Waving the spectators, A Looping
Good Bye,
It has craters, A universal testimony!
But the pacific realm, It’s ceremony!
Moon’s Prominency, It’s worldspread
Harmony,
Resonating with mankind, Never ever
Ending Symphony,
It graced the globe, Guided the
Earthlings,
To decode the records, Boost towards
The ‘Fillings’
A natural satellite, orbiting the
Blue Planet,
Like a Defender of the Fate, An
Eternal Habit.
It derived the finest expressions, A
Universal Fact,
After the scorching ‘Sun’, there comes
A calm Lunar Impact,
It shines like a crown, A coronation
To the Poet,
Overpowering the verses, Stitched to the
Poetic ‘Circuit’,
It inspired many ‘Shakespeares’, To be
A distinct identity,
Leading to the Cultural and Metaphorical
Serenity.
It’s Sciences Amused Stargazers, Being
A Revolutionary concept,
Arousal of ‘Theia’, Resulted in its
Interspace Dept,
Theories of Galileo and Newton gave
It a Shape,
Explaining its Kinematics, Mechanics, and
Unmoulded scrape,
Thy cyclic phase still goes on,
Making our work’s - Flow On!
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
The journey we knitted together,
Enlightened by your gaslight,
The benchmarks we created,
In the presence of your insight,
The laurels we claimed,
By measuring the pathways you showed,
Stepping on every pebble,
You dropped like a checkpoint.
You made us what we are here today,
From where we started to cross the hallway.
The novel of our life is still running,
Having a very much important yet delicate volume,
Written with the ink of feather in your hands,
Dipped in every variety we soaked,
The page were blank and earthy,
You altered them and created the bestseller,
Making us a precious work,
Enfolding the school lores,
A mix of bright and dark lines on the pages,
Each filled with everlasting memories.
This volume has now come to an end,
The ink *** is now to be changed,
The new chapters are waiting to be written,
Welcoming us with the new folks.
You are our great writers,
Giving us the ultimate headings we always pleaded,
With the heartwarming symphonies,
We always saw you behind our back,
Pushing us far beyond our capacities,
To stand a strong chance in the outer world.
This year is the last page,
Filling rapidly with the adorned verses,
Each with your signature,
Leaving longing nostalgic era of school,
The book where diamonds are printed,
We being your sincere disciples.
We will carry this remembrance,
Echoing in our hearts in every aspect of life,
Just few more blanks are left,
To be filled with the final note !
We were new to this globe,
Immature enough to think shady,
Having no traits and qualities to suffice,
Floating on the waters of life,
You were the sailors,
Who made our way throughout the deep oceans,
You teachers will be remembered,
In our upcoming sugary-turmoil voyage,
Who framed us in the very model,
The Jack of All Trades !
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
I wear lenses,
A pair of glasses for my eyes,
For some sort of defect,
The world refers to it as Myopia,
A very common eye correction,
For those who suffer it,
Are known to be ‘short sighted’,
In the terms of world.
But I am an exception,
I wear these for the very clear vision,
Very uncommon for others,
In this blindfolded world of dark,
Where no light escapes,
In the midst of conformity,
The one with glasses follows the same,
With the ultimate goal of materialism.
My ‘glasses’ are the filters,
Refining my brainpower,
To observe this world as a plot hole,
Where everyone drowns deeply,
With no hopes and saviours.
I have a viewpoint,
A very extraordinary perspective,
Uneasy to digest.
I saw this cruel world,
A whirlpool of critics.
My eyes searching for the peace,
Through my worn glasses.
My maturity still rising with time,
Leaving behind that ‘innocence’,
Accepting the harsh universal fact,
Time by time, nothing remains the same.
These lenses are just an objective,
Having backstage full of brainstorming,
Rectifying the novice eyes,
To see the degenerative globe,
Not easy to see otherwise,
With naked wide opened cornea lens,
Very difficult to capture in mind,
The readymade synthetic society.
Let me clear you !
These lenses are the gizmo,
I have earned along that previous hard time,
With the headache caused by the undeniable reality,
Draining all my capacitance,
Leading to my present incarnation,
The world I see now through the lenses,
A real film with the veil of Monomania !
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
The art of paper folding I know today,
The result of an endless journey,
Through the realm of vivid colours,
Each having its own glitter,
Glued on my paper,
Till the time I will die.
The unknown scissor cuts and folds,
I taped them for now,
But sometimes they tore hard,
Leaving me with the worn paper.
It was not always like this,
The time when my origami glowed,
My papercraft as perfect as a statue,
And as accurate as a dart,
Always winning the hearts,
But now it has become old,
A rusted skill with no use today,
With dull and non approving consents,
My abilities have folded with time,
Leaving only deep scars of despair.
The scrapes of paper still lies on my table,
The folded papers resting beside them,
With no one to engage,
In the silent shadows of coldness,
All the awards covered with dust,
My capabilities draining drop by drop,
Locked in the ethereal cage of distress,
Burning fiercely like paper carbon,
Smoke filling my brain,
Causing the lack of breath in my work.
Once upon a time,
My paperwork flowed across the sky,
Announcing my glory,
The ultimate paper smith’s work,
Everyone praised me for it,
In every way possible,
I climbed the pinnacle,
Not realising the harsh reality,
That after a downfall,
I will be thrown out !
I deeply remember my colleagues,
All the great origami masters,
With different specialisations,
I was one of them,
I crafted the very supreme realm with them,
But now I am alone,
Unable to create the gemstones.
I still last for them,
Left with the very feeling,
Loving something is a game of losing !
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC